Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1887-11-11
AN OLD-TIME LOVE STORY,
JAMES GRANT.

his easel, IN q garnet in Naples, alb
sorbed IL earnest contemplation Of q
work he hal Just completed.
know we'll enough" said he, Will
ms hand TO his brow, that there Is NJ
lack of genius here I might even lay
me down at once and die, and my name
would be rescued forever from oh.
ivion."
Ribera had tasted the full bitterness
Of genius unrewarded, and stern
poverty had been his lot Had lie
chosen to lower his ideal and paint for
e taste Of those whose only idea OF a
49,, re consisted In tina il should be
= - size and co ltlin plenty Of
Is,,si-t "a, =. he might have coined
rno9-v R1f corning this Ribera re-
manned poor and p. ouL;
He was still IN the fuu glow OF en-
Ehuaiasm, when the door 81 MS studio
opene /. and little sArivsied .iH oll-l'
shuIhed IN, bearing wooden trel' 0Lie5
with a very spare meal upon t. q. q
laid it down upon one side. But md
ing that the painter took no sort OF
notice Of her, she Mt last tried 10 make
him conscious Of her presence.
when I heard yo1 talking 50 loudls
IS I came upstairs" she said, 81
thought / should ind q real customer
buy such q picture as that, she con-
tinusd, pointing disdainfully at the
canvas on the eIsel; for it must be re-
marked that old Beatrix shared the
preiudices Of many Of her masters
critics.
at is traly lamentable, good Beatrix,
that it does not please thee" sail
Ribera. patting her gently on the
shoulder.
at IL much more lamentable to think
that you are minded to die of hunger.
replied the old dame. "Sranty as your
dinner is to-day, only hope you may
have as good tomorrow; but before
that can happen you must give me- the
means, for mine are all gone. And
yet you Will always be saying that You
could DO rich If you hkedi Why have
you not finished that portrait for the
Countess Of Verona a lady who would
fairly have covered the canvas with
gold for you, and secured for you the
patronage of the vicerOy himself 1t
might have been the making Of you'll"
Don't talk to me of that woman,
Beatrix, said Ribera, with a gesture of
contempt, with her mod sh face and
her lack-luster eye. All, if 1 had the
young girl to copy whom met awhile
ago, L would have painted her with
ecstasy"
you are q fool said the serving
woman; happily for you. your friends
have not lost their wits, but have been
thinking far more of your welfare than
you yourself have. Come, dress your
self now, and go and find ont Chris
tOpher Panolfo; he is waiting for you.
"WhO is this MANI"
"One of the richest merchants IL
Naples"
II know him not
"But he knows you we'll. They have
been talking to him about you; he has
An excellent opinion Of your talents,
and wants to order pcture of you.
This is as COOL rs ready money; vii
yOn reject this too, Os we'll as the rest 2
"No, certainly not, Jaid Ribera. al
this PanOlfo is judge, and will take
the trO lble to come to me, he will be
yOnd all Doubt, set q respectable prize
On this R'asterp zee before us.
HWhatl you viii not even call upOI
him?"
Rib "a coolly turned to the window
and Shrugged lis shoulders
"No? This is past all bearing erie,
Beatrix, with the greatest Indignation
rs she planted herself before him will
an almost threatening air. II tell vol
plainly, you must go to Panolfo.
Ribera shook his head.
"Ah, I see, continued she. Il mus
coax you to obedience This shows
bad heart, Ribera. Though I mad
on angry at first by speaking Ill u
your painting, you must forgive me
and 90 to PanollO Here is your sword
and here yOur hat, which becomes 70
immensely when you just perch it
little on one side, so. You may hid
your ierkin beneath your MANTLE for
is a little too shabby to be seen in Ope
daylight
Still chattering on, as il she woul
never cease, Beatrix waitel only til
the artist had fnishel attiring himself
and then, thrusting him ont of til
room, she gave him one more volley c
encouragement as he descended tn
stairs.
when you arrive ut the other end {
she town ask for the merchant PunOlfC
Mind you do not forget his name; h
lives in the grand square nearly OF
Positc the palace of the viceroy. Far
We we'll. fare We we'll, and bring N
back all the good news you can
Arrived Mt Panolfos house, two c
the servants conducted Ribera into
rickiy furnished apartment, Whic
afforded q superb view Of the spaciOu
garden adjoining it. and OF the blu
Mediterranean In the distance.
middle-aged grandee, cOrpulent, wit
q dull vulgar cast of eountenanct
paced, yaWning. up and down the room
At an open window sat young CIR
her head resting on her hand. eagerl
drinking in the delicious perfume {
the orange grove and the breezy arom
Of the sea Ribera made his salutatio
on entering, but the moment his eve
rested on the maiden's face he becam
agitated and lost his usual calm sell
possession; for at once he recognize
the beautiful being Of whom not Ion
since he had been speaking to Beatril
So confused was he at this sudden el
counter, that he had hardly vOiC
left 70 utter his name in response
the inquiring look Of the pompous me-
chant Penolfo. The latter, at Ribera
entrance, had checked his perambul
ton OF the room, attributing the artist
confusion 70 awe Of his own presenS
and Ignorance Of the world, az
brusquely enough ondeavored TO rea
sure the dildant painter, So elamsl
vas q managed aud with such AZ air